She's Gone
I am six years old today. “Put your coloring books away,” says my mother. “Grandma is on her way over.” I do as she says, but can’t help asking, “Why?”… Read more »
I am six years old today. “Put your coloring books away,” says my mother. “Grandma is on her way over.” I do as she says, but can’t help asking, “Why?”… Read more »